Chapter 4
Call him.
How do I call him if I don’t have his number? What did he mean by call? I can’t go out and stalk another alleyway. He finds me. That’s how it works. I don’t understand him. I shouldn’t understand him. He should be dead by now.
My dad has always told me vampires do nothing but kill. I don’t know how they live, I don’t know their lifestyle. I don’t know if they have feelings or emotions. I don’t know if they actually do have families or friends. I don’t know anything about them.
The only reason I want Ace here is to explain. I want to know more. I don’t enjoy his presence. I don’t enjoy when he smirks at me. I don’t enjoy how close he gets to me…or when he kisses my neck…
Snap out of it.
I glare at the wall, chucking a knife into it. This doesn’t happen to me. I cannot, I refuse to be attracted to a vampire. They are hideous creatures that kill for fun and food. Yeah, I get how he was saying that we kill animals for food, but vampires are different. We don’t enjoy doing it. They do.
Which is why the must be killed off. There’s a possibility they could wipe the entire human race out with one bite. They’re a threat to the human race. The only way to turn a human into a vampire is if they stop sucking out blood. They have to force themselves to stop. It’s a hard thing to do. The blood keeps flowing, and as long as it’s flowing, they keep drinking.
I run my hands through my hair, crouching down and staying there. This is a horrible feeling. But I know what I have to do. I have to strip myself of weapons, lock them in the other room, and act like I don’t want to kill him. It’s going to be extremely hard, but I’ll earn answers in return.
So I take the knife I chucked into the wall and throw it onto my bed. I take every single one of my weapons and put it on my bed. There’s more than I realized. I have so many because my father left me a shit ton. So, now completely weaponless against any attacker, I sit on my couch. Wondering how I’m going to get Ace here.
I still don’t 100% trust him. He can be doing this as an act. It could all be fake. A weird, piercing feeling jabs me in my stomach. Like I hope it’s not fake. Because that would mean all his actions toward me were fake.
Oh my fucking God, Scarlett! Stop thinking like that!
I bend over, throwing my face into my hands and rubbing it. What the hell is this vampire doing to me? This isn’t good at all. I need to kill him fast so I stop thinking all these inappropriate thoughts. Because who knows, maybe I’ll start acting upon them.
I take my hands off my face, sitting up again, and tossing my long dark hair over my shoulders. When I do, I gasp, reaching for my gun in my holster. And then I realize its not there, because I locked it in my room. “Ace,” I gasp out, calming my heart.
His eyes watch me, amused. “I had a feeling you wanted to see me.”
“Do you fucking stalk me?” I spit at him, eyes glaring daggers.
He shrugs. He’s sitting on my couch, on the other side. “Maybe.”
It’s quiet for a moment, nothing but silent air. “I wanted to ask you some things.”
“Ask away.” His black hair is swept to the side, and his jeans are low on his hips. When he stretches, I can see the line of tan skin underneath his shirt…
Stop.
“Why haven’t you killed me yet?” I blurt out. Anything to get my mind off his…looks.
“Because those are not my intentions,” He answers calmly, crossing his leg over the other.
“What are your intentions, then?”
“To get you to not try and kill me each time you see me.”
I stare at him. “I don’t try to kill you all the time.”
“Yeah,” He snorts. “Just like you didn’t try to reach for your nonexistent gun a minute ago.”
I feel my temper flaring. “You’re a fucking vampire! Of course I’m going to try and kill you, I’ve been doing it since I was little!”
“Calm down,” He snaps impatiently. “I know all that already.”
I grow silent. He knows everything about me. “So you are stalking me.”
He shrugs once more. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“Why?”
“I needed information on you. See how good of a hunter you are.”
“I’m the best at what I do,” I snap at him.
“Arrogance is ignorant,” He replies calmly. “I can’t have arrogance on my team.”
Team? “What team?”
“You’ll find out later,” He sighs, suddenly looking extremely tired. He rubs at his eyes. “If I even decide to pick you. Hell, I’m going to have to…there’s no one else.” He’s talking to himself, not to me.
“I’ll find out now,” I tell him slowly, “Or I will slice your throat open.”
“Empty threat,” He says dully, opening his eyes again to stare at me. “Every single one of your weapons are locked away in your room. A stupid idea, really.”
I glare at him, trying to bluff it out. “Not all my weapons are in there.”
“Oh really?” He asks with false amusement. “I watched you, Scar.”
“It’s not a stupid idea. You said I have to trust you.”
He smirks. “Never trust a vampire. We can all do this,” And then he’s on top of me. I growl lowly in my throat, shoving him away. I kick out of his grasp, trying to kick his weight off mine, but it doesn’t work. He pins my hands down to the couch, all the while smirking at my attempts to escape.
He’s definitely stronger than the other vampires.
“You’re cute,” He says after my failed escape acts sizzle down.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I spit up at him. “Get off!”
He grins at me. “I’ll be back here tomorrow, same time. Have your stuff packed. If nothings packed, I assume you’re not bringing anything, and we’re not coming back to this shit hole for a while.”
I stare up at him, eyes wide. “The hell are you talking about?”
“You heard me.” He then leans down and smooches a kiss to my cheek. “See you tomorrow, Scar,” He mutters huskily.
And then he’s gone, again, only answering one question at a time.
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Today, I have to go buy a *shudders* dress. I'm more of a t-shirt-and-jeans type of girl, so my mother is having a field day with it. I need the dress because on Sunday my very loud, obnoxious, New Jersey-ian, Italian family is going out for brunch for Easter. Hahakillmenowhaha.